|
Poetry
I can see you.
I can taste you.
I laugh at you
Because you can't see me
Because you can't taste me
I can control you.
No matter how hard you try
You can't evade me
I'll always be there...
Behind your eyes
No matter what they say
I'll never...
|
 |
Poetry
Speak to me
I will listen
I'll hang on your every word
Be moved by your emotion
Hope for confirmation
Delight in your thoughts
I cannot be moved otherwise
I simply wont guess
I dread to interpret action
Without a word
Without a phrase
Your silence becomes my apathy
Open the door for me
But also say Welcome
Kiss me and walk away
I will see the silenc...
|
|
Poetry
Abbot was not a "normal" child.
Even during his conception, he drove his mother wild.
You see, he had converted the electrolytes in her body into
laser beams
And obliterated his fellow sperm; every member of his team.
Twas when he was all up in his mother's womb
That she really became a loon.
For Abbot would carve hieroglyphics on her belly walls
And take a stroll, however tigh...
04/29/2008 | 187 Hits | 14 comments |  (5 votes) | Read more...
|
|
Poetry
Will You Listen?
Rarely listened to,
Barely heard
It is there
In the shadows
Out in sun
But never seen.
Night or day
It lurks in wait
To be heard.
Will you hear it?
The plea for help
Or pretend not to
hear.
One more gone
Another death
Will you listen?
Help or ...
04/29/2008 | 87 Hits | 3 comments |  (2 votes) | Read more...
|
|
Poetry
Darkness
Sweet Darkness
Let me sink into you,
Blanket me with your
shadows.
Save me from the
pain,
Let me fall from the
light,
And bask in your
shade.
Show me love in night,
With sweet, sorrowful
black
Beautiful Dreams
Shrouded in hated
darkness,
Uncovers true
feelings.
Loving Darkness,
Sweep the world to
you,
Rock it about in
gentle care...
04/29/2008 | 69 Hits | 2 comments | (2 votes) | Read more...
|
 |
Poetry
An Elliptical Facade
The morning dew just sits
Waiting to glisten with
The pretentious day
More tired than idle really
But nonetheless, useless
Relying on a new sun's
Orbital path to catch or absorb
Any movement of whispered grace
The winter has grown
Beyond a cold season
And has now frosted over
T...
|
 |
Poetry
For the Teacher
Behold your precious children,
Each the apple of your eye.
Unique candles for you to light
And to strive to lift up high.
Sweet apples bring pure delight.
Fresh and filled with vibrant life,
Healthy, bold, appealing, bright.
Need a gentle paring knife.
An apple for the teacher,
A gift polished sh...
|
 |
Poetry
Her parents said,
No, she couldn't
Be friends with those
Type of girls, with
The tight black curls,
And that darker
Shade of skin; that
Wouldn't be right,
Wouldn't do to
Mix the shades of
Race with race, or
Different kinds of
Breed, different kinds
Of face; so what
Was she to tell
Her own little
Girl when the...
04/28/2008 | 83 Hits | 2 comments | (3 votes) | Read more...
|
|
Poetry
Louis Armstrong died that year,
She’d been to Edinburgh
For the final time and made
The last climb up Arthur’s
Seat the dud volcano; she
Made the long walk from the road,
Along the windy driveway
To the convent, and was met
By three nuns who came like kind
Shepherds looking for a stray
Lamb, who took her two bags, smiled
And talked as they slowly walked,
And entered the large oak doors,...
|
 |
Poetry
And then he asked me.
What do you think?
and I sit, still,
in my own mind
pondering the weight of the question
What do I say? How can I explain?
that all I know and all that I have seen
I have seen before
have thought it through
but have never known
every yes holds a no and still
maybe holds no possibility
but perhaps a promise
that the sun and the moon
only measures time
but a ...
04/28/2008 | 68 Hits | 2 comments | (2 votes) | Read more...
|
|
Poetry
What You've Done
My trust it's all used up, nothing left to give
Why do you keep justifying reasons for my cracked ribs
Everything you do, your disgusting see-through soul
They provide an alibi for why you tossed me like a stone
And I'm still the victim nobody listens to
Everything you have done to me, now I can finally see the truth
...
04/28/2008 | 79 Hits | 2 comments | (2 votes) | Read more...
|
|
Poetry
Here is a poem I
wrote in french, that I decided to put online and translate for you
guys since I doubt any of you read french hehe. Enjoy!
Vagabonde
Je suivrais
tes lèvres jusqu'à la fin du monde
Me noierais
dans un océan de larmes et de parfums
Appuie ta
main sur mon cœur, sur mon âme vagabonde
Tes yeux
repose sur mon corps et ma peau
...
04/28/2008 | 70 Hits | 3 comments | (2 votes) | Read more...
|
|
Poetry
Flicking
the switch, deadly countdown.
We are so
strange, we're so beautiful.
Willing
to jump at each others throat
at the
first hint of tension...
(I'm so
scared and you don't care)
But I'm
so scared! And you don't care!
If we die
now, we're so beautiful.
It always
has been a game of cowboys
and
indians. And for once now, the indians
won, the
indians won, the fucking indians won!
...
04/28/2008 | 75 Hits | 6 comments | (2 votes) | Read more...
|
|
Poetry
Watching through eyes of glass, obsolete and
automatic.
Never wondering why or when this will end...When we
should!
We're drugged just like our fathers before us, drunk
with ignorance.
It's like life never felt so real, hey! It's like life
never felt so real!
Apocalypse's in motion and all we do is stand still,
staring through
eyes of glass, obsolete and automatic...Sartre was
right, ...
04/28/2008 | 64 Hits | 8 comments | (3 votes) | Read more...
|
|
Poetry
Confusion
haunting me, mirrors of anxiety...
Barely
alive for every second of you.
Hit my head
on brick walls, a silence no one hears but you...
Hurt me,
kill me, take me...Far from here...
Living in
fallacy, the calm before the storm...
Trapped
inside this body, a broken promise.
Hit my head
on brick walls, a silence no one hears but you...
Hurt me,
kill me, t...
|
|
Poetry
The grip the strength a cutting arc
finally
The chop a slice the split in twain
of wood
The grain the feel an earthy aura
beautiful
The shape a whittle the splinter falls
for fire
A tree provides everything we need
Food shelter fire
Objects of human beautification
Inspired only by the soul inside
With desire to make from ...
04/28/2008 | 48 Hits | 2 comments | (2 votes) | Read more...
|
|
Poetry
Look at this body, this cell
this wonderful pleasurable hell?
wonder about your shell
we all concede we are made
somehow
and O how well we are made
to feel such extremes
painful pleasure
shameful blame
tears of joy
Surprise!
Some lust after fame to have
Their name forever
on the lips of the world
such beautifu...
|
|
Poetry
The lead tip hangs off its wood mother,
bound together by a splinter,
an ambilical cord. The lifesaver
keeps the tip hanging.
Millions of potential words rely,
on this lead tip's survival. It won't
live past a minute without the
care and support of it's mother.
Slipping, the lead tip struggles to
keep on, the ambilical cord
becoming weaker and weak...
04/28/2008 | 56 Hits | 2 comments | (2 votes) | Read more...
|
|
Poetry
Freak
I’m different
Not really like anyone
And it labels me
Am I really a freak?
That different that I’m shunned
So that I don’t fit in?
So I’m not a clone
That means I’m hated,
Shunned, and ridiculed?
I’m not a freak
I’m just me
Some everyone will understand.
|
|
Poetry
Passing A Test
You tell me that you
love me,
But we both know that’s
a lie.
Do you push my hopes
up just to see me cry?
Part of me wanted you
back
Yet another part
wanted you dead
For being with her
To put a bullet in
your head.
I’ve changed a lot since
then
And I’m a better
person
Two wrongs don’t make
a right.
...
04/28/2008 | 85 Hits | 3 comments | (2 votes) | Read more...
|
|
Short Stories 
